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"Long, long ago I learned to love those rolling hills and open plains.
To me it’s heaven.
There, if the sun is shinin’ down or if the dark clouds send the rain,
It’s still like heaven.
To me it's heaven.
Here comes the prairie sun.
It’s morning!
I wake and give the world this warnin’,
I’m mighty glad that I was born in
A land that’s close to heaven.
All through the day the plains I’m roamin’.
My heart has nowhere to be homin’.
I make my camp at twilight’s gloamin’
And there I’m close to heaven."
By Bob Nolan
Source: From the painting of Tom Cox Fine Arts
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